132 THE HISTORY OF

able to take any thing; but she often raised
her eyes to heaven, and clasped her hands to-
gether. A few moments before she died, we
heard her repeat, in a soft low voice, and very
distinctly indeed, the holy name of her Saviour.
She smiled at us, who stood weeping around
her, and, closing her eyes, died so easily and
so gently, that, for some moments after her
soul had quitted the body, we believed she was
only sleeping.

But when I found that she was really dead, I
could not help crying out, while I looked on
her sweet composed face, and remembered how
gloriously she had been enabled to resist evil,
even unto death, “O death, where is thy sting?
O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of
death is sin.” (1 Cor. xv. 55, 56.)

Her body was, soon afterwards, removed to
the best room which the nurse's house afford-
ed, and there was laid upon a neat bed, and
covered with a fair white sheet. Her head,
which rested upon a pillow, was dressed as it
had been when she was still living, in a neat
cap with a plaited border, and bound with a
white band; and still it might be seen, by those
who looked at her, that the time was not long
passed when she was very beautiful. But what
is mortal beauty, that we should take delight
therein! All the glory of man is as the flower
of grass. (1 Peter i. 24.)

About this time the history of Susan began
to be much talked of in and about Ludlow, it
now being generally known, that she had run
away from her mistress. Some took her part,